When Jackie came out of anesthesia hours later, at two in the morning, it wasn’t her husband at her bedside but her brother-in-law Bobby. It was he who broke the news, who held Jackie’s hand, who told her he would take care of everything—by which he meant the baby’s burial—and who made the excuse Jackie wanted to believe: Jack was still at sea, unreachable in the Med. Of course, Jack was reachable in the Med. Bobby knew, because he’d already spoken to his brother. “What’s done is done,” Jack told Bobby
